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Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

It was more and more impossible dodge as more balls came out from more places. The circle of movement shrank every second so Darius had to be aware of where to stand. The circle was shrinking in an odd way. Instead of remaining as a perfect circle contracting to the center, the circle moved to random places conditiously every second as well.

When Hope first took this test she suffered abysmally. She got a good score, but this test was the most nightmarish for rookies. The fact that the movement circle moved and changed shapw like a bubble was a horror.

Darius persisted with his dodging, causing Hope to frown further. By this time he should have been using his hands to block but he was still only evading. Hope was curious how he would react next next, as the circle slowly shifted to a wall. Darius shifted most of his focus to the wall because a shorter distance meant a shorter time to react.

Mjolnir's Fall